Message in a bottle, rhythm of a drum
Smoke signals and telegraphs make the airwaves hum
But that's all ancient history like bongs and Lincoln Logs
Now we're living like the Jetsons in a wireless wacky fog
Squawkin', talkin', hawkin', who knows if anybody's getting through
Toasters talk to crackberries, Bombay to L.A.
Teenage needs and long-held dreams as minutes tick away
We act like crazy people talking to ourselves
Crashing cars in conversation while that shit flies off the shelf
The information superhighways locked up like an L.A. traffic jam
Do you remember dialing up?
Yes I remember well
Now I just can't go anywhere with out my sacred cell
I think that I might die if I miss anything at all
Text me, send an e-mail, beam me up, give me a call
I'm ADD on AOL trying to read the writing on the wall
Now I'm a real jungle jump up
I'm a megahertz man
I swing from tree to tree on the very latest plan
On the download and the dropouts
On every major city across the land
I got my Marley on my ringtone, getup, standup, reachout, touch somebody, man
Everybody's on the phone
So connected and all alone
From the pizza boy to the socialite
We all salute the satellites
Let me text you with your master plan
You're loud and clear but I don't understand
I'm a digital explorer in analog roam
And everybody's on the phone
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me now?
I gotta get over by the beerstand
Oh shit my batteries are going
I'll call you back
by Jimmy Buffett
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